He brought them out of darkness and the deepest gloom and broke away the chains.
I’m learning much about silence in prayer during this season. But even in the silence I can find the comfort, the peace this mother’s heart needs, I find it daily in His Word. The wordless responses are met with His Promises.
For all the children . . .
I pray for Grace to be made real in their lives.
I pray for the sweet calling of the Holy Spirit to be met with openness.
I pray for the look in the mirror to be met with fearless honesty with the Creator, the one they’ve called Abba Father.
I pray even when they feel lost to themselves, even when they question, that they are never lost to Him who died for them.
I pray for chains to fall as . . .
one of them is struggling, coming to terms with the hard parts of his story.
You’ve broken the chains of many, Lord.
My son has chains too. Not chains made of iron but from the sins he forged on his own free will, thinking this is a freedom, an identity, maybe an escape. But these chains are entangling, not liberating, because they have taken him away from You.
The Word says, “The Lord sets the prisoners free.“
How we want so much to hear the sounds of the chains falling, never to be picked up and put on again.
How much we so want to hear him say how You have done great things for him and set his heart free.
How much we want him to recognize his conforming to the world is the worst kind of slavery.
We don’t know the reasons Lord. We don’t fully know the challenges he faces, only in part. But we do know that You know all of them. We ask that the chains be broken link by link by link, so he can turn again to You. And the things that have captivated him will lose their lure and he will understand they are the tools, the schemes of the enemy.
You’ve broken the chains of many. Break his.